Plushness Poems | Examples

I sink into plushness
Of soft silky lushness
Of dreamy round clouds
Of angel veiled shrouds

I fly up to meet 
The Man in the street
The rich golden hue
Underneath my soft shoe

I fall down to find
The One of a kind
The Beauty within
The resplendent skin

I reach up to grasp
With deaths’ last gasp
The Hand held to me
As the Man sets me free

Alas, the hour is getting late; 
dark clouds are sailing 'cross the sky.
And as I fight this sleepy state, 
I hear the time go ticking by.

Thick shadows climb along my wall – 
alas, the hour is getting late.
A dream stands by, while eyelids fall 
against my will – the strain is great.

Now as my body pours its weight 
into the plushness of my bed,
alas, the hour is getting late 
when I must rest my weary head.

I beg the dream to take me now 
for lo, I can no longer wait.
And as the darkness sweeps my brow,
alas, the hour is getting late.


JMariah

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